Poems by William Shakespeare
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Oh from what pow'r hast thou this pow'rful might
... of thy deedsThere is such strength and warrantise of skillThat in my mind thy worst all best exceeds ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Oh how much more doth beauty beaut'ous seem
... s made: And so of you, beaut'ous and lovely youth, When that shall vade, by verse distils your truth ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Oh how thy worth with manners may I sing
... st deceive, And that thou teachest how to make one twain, By praising him here who doth hence remain ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Oh truant muse, what shall be thy amends
... ce so, for 't lies in theeTo make him much out-live a gilded tombAnd to be prais'd of ages yet to be ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Or I shall live your epitaph to make
... You still shall live (such virtue hath my pen) Where breath most breathes, ev'n in the mouths of men ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Or whether doth my mind being crown'd with you
... inks it up,Mine eye well knows what with his gust is greeing,And to his pallate doth prepare the cup ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth
... ore, So shalt thou feed on death, that feeds on men, And death once dead, there's no more dying then ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Say that thou didst forsake me for some fault
... o more shall dwellLest I (too much profane) should do it wrongAnd haply of our old acquaintance tell ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
... grow'st, So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
... ws me my self indeedBeated and chop't with tann'd antiquity,Mine own self-love quite contrary I read ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea
... f batt'ring daysWhen rocks impregnable are not so stout,Nor gates of steel so strong but time decays ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind
... eature,The mountain, or the sea, the day, or night,The crow, or dove, it shapes them to your feature ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: So am I as the rich whose blessèd key
... the robe doth hideTo make some special instant special bless'tBy new unfolding his imprison'd pride ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: So are you to my thoughts as food to life
... may see my pleasure,Some-time all full with feasting on your sight,And by and by clean starvè ...
Shakespeare's Sonnets: So is it not with me as with that muse
... aven's air: Let them say more that like of hear-say well, I will not praise that purpose not to sell ...
